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Paul Laurence Dunbar - A Coquette Conquered
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Yes, my ha`t`s ez ha`d ez stone—   
Go `way, Sam, an` lemme `lone.   
No; I ain`t gwine change my min`;   
Ain`t gwine ma`y you—nuffin` de kin`.   
   
Phiny loves you true an` deah?           
Go ma`y Phiny; whut I keer?   
Oh, you needn`t mou`n an` cry—   
I don`t keer how soon you die.   
   
Got a present! Whut you got?   
Somef`n fu` de pan er pot!    
Huh! Yo` sass do sholy beat—   
Think I don`t git `nough to eat?   
   
Whut`s dat un`neaf yo` coat?   
Looks des lak a little shoat.   
`Tain`t no possum? Bless de Lamb!    
Yes, it is, you rascal, Sam!   
   
Gin it to me; whut you say?   
Ain`t you sma`t now! Oh, go `way!   
Possum do look mighty nice;   
But you ax too big a price.    
   
Tell me, is you talkin` true,   
Dat`s de gal`s whut ma`ies you?   
Come back, Sam; now whah`s you gwine?   
Co`se you knows dat possum`s mine!
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